MOWGLI, john dorian

[jd]

JOHN DORIAN MOWGLI

' brace myself and let go '

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"Heya! I'm John Dorian Mowgli, AKA JD! I'ma sexy beast of a 21 year old, and I am tall at about 6'0, am white with a tan if I soak up some sun, and I have shaggy brown hair that I cut and style in spikes like above. Everyone calls me JD, because well that just sounds as awesome as I am. Plus, my dad's name is John, so it would get kind of confusing, and I hate the bastard. I don't give a shit about species fighting or whatever, i'm a firetamer and that's it. I'm still human. We're all human to some degree. I'm a boy, by the way, if you haven't already noticed. No, not a boy, I'm a MAN. A fuckin' sexy one at that. Anyway. I like men. I like women. I like them both. So. Everyone's game! I have a couple scars on my back and chest and stomach, and they weren't accidents.That's all I have to say about that."

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"So, some people say I look like Ryan Ross but that's a bunch of bull, I am WAY more sexy than him. By a landslide! I have big brown eyes that are hazelish and kinda change with what I wear. They're the shape of an almond type of nut, and I have full lashes, but not too much but just the right thickness that compliments the eyeliner I often wear. I have really soft skin, I don't get why but I totally feel like I apply lotion nightly to help make it soft, but I really have never used lotion, so I guess I just am gifted with nice skin. I tower at about 6'0, just the perfect height to me, not short but not too terribly tall. My hair is dark brown and it's very wavy, but I often straighten it and comb my bangs to the left, and spike up some of them in the back. I have scars on my chest and back(mentioned above) and tattoos on my wrists. On the left it says, "Mad as a hatter" and on the right it says, "Thin as a Dime". I have regular ebrows, they aren't think or to thin or arch or anything. They're just regular eyebrows. I have full lips and white straightish teeth, I love brushing my teeth I'm a bit OCD about brushing my teeth. I like wearing nice t-shirts and jeans with supra, tennis shoes, running shoes, vans, converse, it just depends what i feel like. I'll wear whatever I want. Sometimes, I like dressing in an oldish style, I love scarves and hats. I love to dress up, I've always kind of been different that way. And I'ts like I can't help it, but I make a grr face, I try to look like a baby wolf, and it's kind of my signature thing."

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

" I FUCKING LOVE SCARVES. And I really freaking appreciate people who look out for others. I know I can be a big pain in the ass, and that I suck in the love department considering right now I have no one because I'm such a migraine to have around, but I love people. I like being around people,unless I'm upset in anyway, then I get all antisocial. I love fire, the sun, the feel of the flames in my veins. There's nothing better to me then letting off steam by lighting something on fire. I got diagnosed with OCD, anxiety, and Pyromania, so I'm super compulsive about lighting stuff on fire. I like guys a lot more than I like girls,but I ain't playing picky. I always have had a big passion and soft spot for animals. My favorite are dogs, wolves to be precise, but I also love bunnies and cats and turtles and all those animals. I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HATE SPIDERS. I have major arachnophobia and when I see a spider I lash out with flames and run away screaming, then I'll fall down and cry. Drama king? No. I'm scared of spiders. Very scared. Also, I really hate bullies. I was bullied very badly, by my father and my peers, so I don't tolerate assholes. I'll bully back, I don't give a shit anymore, you say something to me or anyone else that puts them down, I'll fuck you up. I also don't like pickles. The smell makes me vomit. Also, I don't like the smell of vinegar or wine. They both make me sick, vinegar is repulsive for the obvious reasons and wine is too sweet for me. I don't like sweets, I'm a fruit and vegetable kind of guy. My mom loved me for that. I think all that health eating is why I'm so goddamn sexy. I'm really great at singing. Like for reals. And I am awesome at guitar. I control fire with ease, but I'm super compulsive and a pyro so that messes me up. My anxiety and OCD can be paralyzing at times, and even though I'll stand up against anything, throw a spider at me and I'll go into full on panic mode. I have an awful habit of saying what's on my mind without filtering it first. And saying things very buntly, and the fact that I look for love like a puppy. I never told anyone this, but my dad beat me for as far back as I can remember. Badly. He'd basically torture me. Sometimes, I wasn't allowed to eat or talk or shower, He'd lock me in the basement. Why? That's a great question. I desire, more than anything, to find my soulmate. I think myself to be a very vivacious and life loving character. I value things and NEVER take anything or one for granted. I don't let things get me down and have a extremely positive outlook on life, though sometimes no matter what, the past still haunts me and can pull me down into a little depression. I hate my bastard father, but love my mom. I'm atheist, and I don't give a flying fuck about the war. Naughty or nice? (; Kinda both. You'll see."

i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

"Well. I was born in Chicago Illinois. I was a skinny baby, but long with a bunch of hair on my head. Mom says I didn't cry until I got home, which I don't see why it mattered. My mom's name is Gracelynn Jane Mowgli, and her maiden name was Tarus. My dad's name is John King Mowgli. My full name is John Dorian Mowgli. I can't stand having the same name as my ass of a father. After I was seven, we moved to Boston because that's where dad's job took us. Ever since I was little, my dad didn't like me. He wasn't ever nice, he never showed love. When I got older and he found out I was bi, well let's just say he beat me until I couldn't breathe. I hate him and because of him I never get to see my mom. He was a fire tamer, but she is just a human. I also, am a fire tamer, a better on then my father ever could hope to be. Right after school, I moved out on my own and started traveling, singing at some gigs. I love doing that.

Most humans don't like me because I'm a fire tamer, but I have never minded. I have a best friend named Masen, we've been friends since I moved to Boston, and I go to see him as much as I can reguardless of the distance. Mase is the only person that ever has tolerated how much of a pain in the ass I am. I totally love this guy, and for once as nothing more, he's not my soulmate. But he sure is the best friend and only person I have. I barely get by with my 9 to 5, and use foodstamps, most of the time I have to skip meals, or fast for a few days. I've been arrested twice once when I was 20 and the other this year. I was arrested for accidently catching a bush on fire, the other I was 'harrassing' some chick. She totally wanted me though! But then she realized I was too drunk to fuck . . . Nowadays when I'm not with Mase or at his house or working, I'm just doing whatever I want."

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"HIYA! I'm Alek, I love Pete Wentz Um. Dunno what time zone is, and I dun have any other charries, unless you accept JD, then I'll have JD as a charrie ."

“Jacob come back man! I was just kidding!"” Jacob just pushed harder, running so fast everything seemed to be in a blur. Paul was so annoying. If Jacob hadn't ran away, he would have broken Paul's nose. Again. Running fast was the only good thing about being a werewolf, and oh god how he loved it. With the wind whipping around him, scenery flying by, leaving everyone in his dust, he felt as if for a moment he wasn't completely miserable. He slowed as he neared the beach and flexed his arms and rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension he knew wouldn't leave him. His anxiety began to stack upon itself again, making his fingers twitch, not that you needed to see him tweak to know he was extremely irritated and irate.

When people saw Jacob, especially when he was mad, they thought, ‘Bad boy- Bad kid- Bad person'. He wore dark clothes a lot, and he was a beast compared to how other kids were his age. He looked like a 24 year old and he was 16. He had large muscles, the body of a body builder. He also looked scary. He was better with his temper than Paul was thank god. The pack would be complete and total chaos if Jacob had that kid's temper. Jacob sighed; he could see his breath from the cold. The month was only September but of course the northern peninsula chilled much earlier than the south did.

Jacob didn't get cold anymore. His body temperature ran at a toasty 108 degrees. His face fell and his angry expression melted into a forlorn and brooding one. His eyes were heavy with great sadness. Running on a high temperature was a wolf thing. He opened his hands in front of him, studying them. He would give anything to be human again- to not be a monster. He was the only one who ‘cried' and ‘whined' about being a wolf in the pack. They all called him the cry baby, and he guessed that was sort of correct.

He was wearing only a pair of khaki shorts and tennis shoes, and the wind felt good around him as he walked. He noticed another figure no too far ahead and walked closer, curiosity taking him over. As he neared he assessed that the person was a girl- And not just any girl. She was very pretty with soft features. She also looked upset and for some reason that upset him prominently. Jacob neared until he was not even ten feet away. “Hiya.” Jacob's voice was light and cheery, but anyone who knew Jacob knew that it wasn't the same voice he used to have. It changed the day he did.

He used to be a very upbeat person- and still kind of was. But now his voice was a bit more solemn with a hint of being completely threadbare. Jacob started, realizing she had been crying. “Are you okay?” His big brown eyes watched her face, studying it and his lips curved downward, setting his face into a frown that didn't look well on Jacob's face. Jacob shook his head like a dog. “Oh excuse me.” He held out his hand. “I'm Jacob Black.”

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